Founders Ch. 17

"You lost it with excitement"

"and squirted your swimmies down my throat."

"This is my turn, and I want that feeling again!"

"Enjoy, sweetheart!"

Zach was beyond reading even her first message. "AAAUUGH!" He bucked and screamed in ecstasy as her expert throat pleasured him beyond his limit. His precious semen helplessly squirted deep into Berte's throat.

Berte continued to text, "My experiment confirmed that you are my slut, slut."

"I know how badly you wanted to inseminate my vagina again with that."

"Down the hatch, swimmies!" She turned partway around to give Zach the eye to make sure he was looking. She conspicuously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Honey, that was glorious," Zach groaned, "and we're trying to get you pregnant. And you can't call a man a slut."

"Make more swimmies, slut," Berte texted him, in what Zach interpreted as an imperious tone.

"See, I called you a slut."

"That disproves your assertion that you can't call a man a slut."

"Love up my butthole, slut."

"Aye-aye, slut-monger!" Zach chuckled. First, he dabbed surgical lubricant on Bruce, turned him on, and teased Berte's vulva with it.

"Wrong hole, slut!" Berte complained by text.

"Part of the plan, slut-monger," said Zach, putting on one surgical glove. He lubed up Berte's anus and his gloved index finger. He took the vibe off her clit and rubbed his index finger on her anus in a circular motion. "How does that feel?"

Berte texted, "Different. Good."

Zach penetrated her anus only slightly, pushing and massaging on the sphincter. "Now?"

Berte texted, "Even better." Zach gently vibed Berte's clit until she was plateauing. He pushed his finger in and out more every time. Pretty soon he was finger fucking her with one finger, and she was nearing orgasm. She made noise as she felt her orgasm approach, "Yes! Zachary! Yesss! Fuck my dirty asshole! Yesss!"

Zach took away the vibe and slid out his finger. "Do you want to try more?"

"Yes!" Berte shouted desperately.

Zach produced an anal toy that had graduated bumps on it. The smallest, at the tip, was smaller than his finger. The biggest, nearest the plug, was bigger around than Zach's penis at its thickest point. He lubed up the whole thing. "Okay, here it goes," Zach said, and put Bruce on Berte's dripping pussy again. Immediately she pumped her hips as she had before Zach had stopped. "Here's the first one," he said, and pushed it in.

"Yes!" cried Berte.

"Here's the second one."

"Yes!"

"Do you want the next one?"

"Yes!" cried Berte as Zach pushed it in. "Aaa! I'm shitting my dirty shit!"

"You're not shitting. Another?"

"Yesss! Aaa!" After this, Zach stopped asking. Berte was loving it. "Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!"

"Are you sure you want the last one?"

"FUCK my dirty ass! Aaa! Oh! It hurts! I'm about to cum!" Zach popped out the biggest bump. "AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" Berte climaxed and splashed a bit of wet onto Bruce and the bed. Zach backed away a thoroughly doused Bruce from her vulva as she trembled with aftershocks. He pulled out another bead. "OH! UH!" a big aftershock. He pulled out the rest of the bumps gently but easily as she said, "Oh, I'm shitting on you."

"You're not shitting on me," Zach assured Berte. He looked at the anal toy. It only had one or two flecks on it. He gently moved her off to the side, sat up, and showed her the anal toy. "This is what went inside you."

"That?!" Berte exclaimed. "That's a Christmas tree!"

They took a shower together and cleaned off Bruce and Christmas Tree, as Berte had dubbed them. They soaped each other, and she slapped her soapy tits on Zach. With this provocation, his penis went from half erect to fully erect. He turned her around wordlessly and felt her puss, which was still slick. He bent her over and rocked slowly into her as she clutched the shower rail.

Once Zach was in to the hilt, Berte's quim slicked up easily and abundantly as he moved in her. He thought he would be able to last until she came, but it would be a close thing. Her slickening quim creamed and trembled. His thrusts went harder and harder until he was spanking her wet ass with his wet hips, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By the time he had spanked most of the water off, she made noise, "Yes! Yes! Yeah! Ayeh! Ayah! Ahh! AHH-HUH!" She climaxed, whimpered, and cried out, "Fuck me you slut!"

And, with a final loud clap as Zach locked his hips onto Berte's ass, he exploded into her, "RAAAAHHH!!" He held her by her bountiful tits and straightened her up, feeling close. He moved them under the shower as they recovered. He fell out of her with a splash of cum. He turned her around and kissed her under the warm spray.

They had dried off and dressed. Zach said, "I'd like to stay overnight with you at least once a week. I'm going to arrange it when we return from the dry run."

"I like that idea," Berte said with her voice, looking into his eyes.

Zach drove Berte to her room on the base. They hugged and kissed for many minutes before they pried themselves apart and finally said goodnight. He was hard in his pants from the kissing as he reluctantly parted from her.

Zach arrived at Alexis's house at 11:30 PM. The Breeding Bitches greeted him with hungry smiles and tackled him down onto a new, cushier entryway rug. It was practically a bed.

"I admit it," said Zach, "I am actually late this time, like you accused me before. I wanted to titty-fuck Berte all night."

"There, there," answered Charisse, who had gotten first turn tonight because she had missed noon. "You're forgiven... oh... inside! Aah! Ahh! Aahh!" Charisse's eyes fluttered shut as she sang her scales towards her first orgasm.

"But it's your fault I'm late, Alexis," Zach argued. "You helped her buy that dress with the see-through cleavage. I couldn't look away. That's on you."

"Guilty," chuckled Alexis, who was sitting in the corner, sipping wine, masturbating idly, and watching the action.

"Furthermore, you taught her to say those nasty words that drove me crazy. You knew what would happen. Every time I finished, I wanted to do it again right away."

"Guilty," Alexis purred, slouching in her chair and finger banging herself in earnest. She didn't look repentant in the least.

"You told her to get fucked in the ass!"

Alexis sat up, alarmed, "You didn't actually do it, did you?!"

"No, but it took a long, painstaking time to satisfy her anal curiosity. That's on you."

"Quit complaining, American doctor boy," Michaela ordered, sitting on his face and thus quelling his complaints. "I'm hot for a thorough cunt licking tonight. Don't miss any corners."

(To be continued)